OUR REVIEW & RATING ★★★☆☆

This remake is a delightfully camp horror with the Fright Night quotes providing the right blend of laughs and chills. This movie may have been an unnecessary remake but the filmmakers have managed to put a modern twist to this new version which the fans of the original should appreciate and should draw in new fans at the same time.

The script is smart and darkly comedic and the strong performances of Colin Farrell and David Tennant is the icing on this dark chocolate but very tasty cake.

Verdict: This is what good old fashioned B-movie entertainment is all about.

[to his motorcycle when it doesn’t start]Charley Brewster: I’m gonna take you apart! You watch me! Watch me take you apart! We’re done! We’re done![referring to his bike]Doris: Nothing doing, huh?Charley Brewster: Ah, this thing is got no ambition. Got no wavus. Doris, do you, uh…do you want some help with the trash?Doris: I got it, thanks. Alright. Good to see you, Char-Char. You’re gettin’ big.

[as she catches Charley looking Doris’s butt and reading the word ‘lucky’ written on her pants]Jane Brewster: Hey, kid! Don’t leer at the neighbors.Charley Brewster: Hey, she’s the one that put the word on her butt. I’m just reading it.

Jane Brewster: Amy?Charley Brewster: Amy is good. Hasn’t dumped me yet, so…Jane Brewster: You know, getting what you want can be stressful. Specially when you’re not used to getting it. More to lose.Charley Brewster: You been reading those books again? The Power of whatever the hell? Cause they’re definitely not working! And neither is this bike.

[referring to they’re new neighbor next to their house]Jane Brewster: You know, when the Perry’s lived thereCharley Brewster: Oh, when the Perry’s lived there they were the greatest neighbors, ever! But they moved. I thought you were happy the house finally sold.Jane Brewster: Hmm, he’s not digging a pool. So where did all this concrete come from?Charley Brewster: That’s a very good question. Maybe you should spy on him some more and find out.Jane Brewster: He’s thirteen feet from our house, that’s not spying! It’s merely, observing.

Charley Brewster: Hey, Amy? Amy? I uh…about the prom, I was gonna ask you. I just kind of figured it was a…a go. You know? You and me, ill-fitting tuxedo, the whole thing. You know?Amy: Oh, no. Nobody goes to the dance in senior year.Charley Brewster: Okay. Yeah. I knew that!Amy: So not cool.Charley Brewster: I know.

[referring to Amy as they watch her walk away]Mark: Did you find a freakin’ Genie Lamp, man? Make a sacrifice to the hot ass God? Cause how do you get that?Charley Brewster: It’s just game, man. Rock solid game.[Charley walks away]Mark: He doesn’t even have a car!Ben: Seriously!

[referring to Ed as he comes over to them]Ben: Dude, I think it’s gonna talk to us.[to Charley]Ed: Hey, uh…can I get a minute?Mark: [sarcastically] Just the two of you? That’s sweet! Yeah, no! He can school you in the ways of geek douchery!Ed: Oh, nice! Don’t you have some sluts to go fuck?Mark: Actually, yeah. I do.

Charley Brewster: What’s up, Ed?Ed: You know Adam’s missing, right?Charley Brewster: What do you mean, Adam’s missing?Ed: I keep trying him. No texts, no phone calls. Nothing! And I don’t know if you’re paying attention in roll call, but he’s not the only one that’s gone.Charley Brewster: Alright, kids aren’t coming to school. It happens all the time. What do you want me to do about it?Ed: Just meet me at his house after school. We’ll check around, see if he’s okay.Charley Brewster: I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m busy.Ed: I don’t think you understand what I’m tellin’ you. Um…Adam is gone!

Charley Brewster: Do you…do you really have to do this here? I mean…Ed: Wow! Am I supposed to not even speak to you anymore?Charley Brewster: Be quite! Don’t spaz out! I just…Ed: Don’t spaz out! Don’t you want me to spaz out?[he starts doing a fake spaz out and shouting]Ed: Oh, my God! It’s so horrible! Crossing the extremes, while the high school we know cease to exist!

[Charley embarrassed looks over at Mark and Ben]Ed: Okay. Do you want me to go and tell your pals how well we really know each other? The Lego contests? The Farscape conventions? The costumes?Charley Brewster: Please, stop!Ed: Or how about that one time you took my Strech Armstrong, so you could tie it around your balls and jerk off for an hour?Charley Brewster: Stop!Ed: Then be my back up.Charley Brewster: Okay, fine. Adam’s after school.Ed: Don’t be late.[as Charley walks away from him]Ed: I’d really like Stretch back, by the way!

[calls Charley and leaves him a messages]Ed: Hey, Charley. Uh…I’m at Adam’s house and it’s really weird, cause you’re not here! Remember those videos of us back in the day? Adam, you and I dressed in tights? You don’t want your new pals seeing you in that, do you? Alright.

[meeting their neighbor Jerry for the first time]Jane Brewster: So Jerry is our new neighbor at the Perry place. And he’s handy.Amy: No kidding!Jerry: I’m sorry about the mess, Charley. I was just saying to your mom, I’ll have the dumpster gone tomorrow.Charley Brewster: Oh, it doesn’t bother me. My mom was…Jane Brewster: Hey, Jerry does night construction on the strip.Charley Brewster: Oh.

[looking at Charley’s puce colored basketball shoes]Jerry: You play ball? I’m always looking for a pick-up game.Charley Brewster: Yeah! No. I…I do definitely.[Amy laughs at Charley’s reply]Jane Brewster: It’s more of a collectors thing, the shoes. He’s obsessed! I mean, they…they…they sleep on sidewalks to get them.Charley Brewster: I play though.Jerry: Well, it takes a real man to wear uh…puce. I like ’em.

Jerry: So, I’d invite you guys inside, but it’s uh…it’s a mess. I’ve been meaning to…Jane Brewster: Be neighborly?Jerry: A drink. Soon, okay?Jane Brewster: Yeah. You bet. And thank you so much for the help.Jerry: It’s the least I could do.

[as they are walking away from Jerry’s]Amy: Oh, my God! How could you blow him off?Jane Brewster: What? A guy that good looking, still single? I bet he is a player.Charley Brewster: Stop breaking it downJane Brewster: Well, I’ve had enough man trouble. So I am not getting suckered again!

Ed: Dude, where the hell have you been?Charley Brewster: You said, after school. Ed: Yeah. I meant right after, okay? It’s dusk, do you know what that means?Charley Brewster: No, I have no idea! Let me consult my pocket dictionary.

Ed: I really hate to be the one to tell you this, but that guy, your neighbor? Yeah, he’s a vampire, man.Charley Brewster: My neighbor?Ed: Yeah.Charley Brewster: Next door?Ed: Yeah.Charley Brewster: Jerry, I just met him.Ed: Okay, Jerry.Charley Brewster: That is a terrible vampire name! Jerry?Ed: I didn’t name him, man. I’m just reporting the facts!

[looking around Adam’s house]Charley Brewster: They’re not here, dude.Ed: No. No. It’s not just them. Okay, listen to me. I saw this thing on channel thirteen where there was this lady who escaped an attacker that tried to bite her.Charley Brewster: Why are you walking like that?

Ed: Adam and I, we graphed up all the attacks, all the disappearances. Whole families, gone!Charley Brewster: It happens all the time. Nobody lives in Vegas, they just pass through.Ed: You live in Vegas! [points to his graph]Ed: Look that’s you, right there in the center, next to his house. In Perry’s old place. His windows are completely blacked out.Charley Brewster: Lots of people have blacked out windows. They work on the strip at nights, sleep during the day.Ed: Which is why it…it…it’s the perfect plan! It fits!Charley Brewster: What? What? That Jerry’s a Dracula?Ed: No. Dracula’s one specific vampire. I’m telling you…Charley Brewster: Duh, dude! I know what you’re telling me! I’m making fun of you! Okay?Ed: Thanks!Charley Brewster: I’m…I’m mocking you!Ed: Awesome!

Charley Brewster: You read way too much Twilight!Ed: That’s fiction! Okay? This is real! He’s a real monster, and he’s not brooding or lovesick or noble. He’s the fucking shark from jaws! He kills, he feeds and he doesn’t stop until everybody around them is dead! Now, I’m seriously so angry you think I read Twilight!

Ed: You haven’t asked him in yet, have you? Because obviously he can’t get in without an invitation. I know you know that.Charley Brewster: You’re on drugs, dude.Ed: No! Well, yeah. But I thought you’d take my word on this, man. I have hard evidence at home.

Ed: Alright. Listen, we have to stake him in his nest. Okay? Me and you. But not now, it’s too dark. We should go during the day, that’s what I read on Peter Vincent’s website.Charley Brewster: The magician?Ed: Yeah.Charley Brewster: The magician in the bandanna and the leather pants and…?Ed: Yes.Charley Brewster: …the tattoos?Ed: Yes! He’s the master of dark forces. He studies vampire methodology, man. I mean, what else do you need?Charley Brewster: Wow!Ed: Wow!

Ed: Really? Can we just pretend for one minute that you’re not a complete douchebag?Charley Brewster: Evil, this was fun when we were eight!Ed: Try sixteen!Charley Brewster: Whatever, man! Point is, I grew up. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. But don’t get an attitude because I’d rather have a life than make shit up!Ed: I get it. You’re so cool, Brewster! Go ahead and join your Clark High early peakers. And that includes your girlfriend, by the way.Charley Brewster: Shut up, man.Ed: She’s undeniably doable. Yes, I will give you that. But we used to make fun of her and her friends, dude.Charley Brewster: Shut up!Ed: She’s a skank!Charley Brewster: Shut up![Charley pushes Ed making him fall to the ground]

Ed: What the fuck happened to you? We were inseparable.Charley Brewster: Yeah, well. You know, my life’s started to get better when I stopped being friends with you.

Mark: Why are you on my street, bro?Ed: Sorry. Yeah, I’m really sorry about that.Mark: Yeah, you tracked your nerd juice all the way down it.Ed: Really? Looks like I tracked some nerd juice on your face there.Mark: Oh, yeah? [he pushes Ed]Mark: Yeah. Have I still got some there?Ed: Okay. Just hit me, man. Really, I don’t have time for this.Mark: Seriously?Ed: Jesus, man! I just gave you a fucking invitation to hit me!Mark: Oh, you just gave me an invitation?[he swings at Ed and misses hitting him and Ed starts running]

[after Ed breaks into a house trying to get away from Jerry]Ed: Forget it, Jerry! No invitation. You can’t get in.[Jerry takes wide step inside the house]Ed: Oh, shit!Jerry: Abandoned. I thought you did your homework? You’ve been watching me. I’ve been watching you. It seems fair.[Ed makes a runs for it]

[as Ed falls into the pool and holds up his cross to ward off Jerry]Jerry: You bit off more than you can chew.Ed: No. It’s too late, man. I told people what you are. You’ve been made!Jerry: And you think anyone’s actually going to believe you?Ed: No. No. No. Don’t play that crap. Don’t play that mind shit with me. I’m serious! Try me!Jerry: Okay.[he steps into the pool]Jerry: You say you’re glad you’re different.Ed: Get back!Jerry: How can you be in a place like this? These people. Even your best friend, you’re nothing to him now.Ed: No.Jerry: You were born for this. You know it. It’s a gift.[suddenly he bites Ed on the neck]

[after Charley has given Jerry the beers he asked for, Jerry remains standing just outside the back door of the house]Jerry: This girl tonight, she’s a handful. You know? Women who look a certain way they…[he laughs]Jerry: They need to be managed. It’s true.

[still standing out the back door of Charley’s house]Jerry: You’re dad ducked out on you, huh? You’re mom, she didn’t exactly say, but well, there’s a kind of neglect. Gives off a scent. You don’t mind my saying, you got a lot on your shoulders for a kid. The two of you, alone. And your girl, Amy? She’s ripe. I bet there’s a line of guys dying to pluck that. You’re mom too. You don’t see it. Maybe you do, but she’s putting it out. It’s on you to look out for them. Are you up for that, guy?Charley Brewster: I think I can manage.Jerry: Good. Because there are a lot of bad people out there, Charley. [he give Charley a look]Jerry: Everyone’s gotta look after his own business.

[looking out his window seeing his neighbor Doris calling on Jerry]Charley Brewster: Oh, shit! Oh, shit!Amy: What? He’s hot and you’re neighbor’s a stripper. They were bound to find each other.Charley Brewster: Go-Go dancer.Amy: No. You take away two tiny pieces of cloth, she is a stripper.Charley Brewster: Rude.[as Jerry is about to go in to his house with Doris he looks up and sees Charley watching]Charley Brewster: Oh, Shit! He saw us![Charley quickly ducks away from the window knocking Amy aside]Amy: Woh! Maybe! It’s not a big deal.Charley Brewster: It’s a huge deal! Okay? Very big deal. He looked at us and he was pissed!Amy: Okay, Charley? If you’re not into this, can you just tell me. Cause you don’t have to do me any favors.Charley Brewster: Amy, I’m not doing you any favors. Of course I’m into this. Of course! I just…I just don’t trust that guy.

Charley Brewster: Mom, that guy, Jerry, next door. Under no circumstances is he invited into our house, alright? He’s dangerous.Jane Brewster: I think I can handle myself.Charley Brewster: Mom, please! I’m serious! Don’t…don’t acknowledge him. Don’t talk to him at night. Please stay inside.Jane Brewster: Why? Because he’s dangerous?Charley Brewster: Look, I can’t answer a million questions right now! Will you just trust me!Jane Brewster: Charley, stop! I’m your mom! Not some ridiculous woman!

[in the library as Charley is researching Peter Vincent and vampires on the internet]Amy: You weren’t in class. What are you working on?Charley Brewster: Porn.Amy: Uhh, good. I thought it was something creepy.[Charley just shakes his head]Amy: You okay?Charley Brewster: Yeah. I should probably…Amy: Get back to your porn?Charley Brewster: Yeah.

Charley Brewster: I know your show’s an illusion.Peter Vincent: Meaning, bullshit?[Charley nods his head]Peter Vincent: Yeah. Fair enough.Charley Brewster: But say I …say I wanted to uh…kill a vampire.[Peter laughs]Peter Vincent: Sorry. Go on.Charley Brewster: How…how would I…? How would I go about doing that?Peter Vincent: You want to know how to kill a vampire? Seriously?Charley Brewster: Yeah. Kill a vampire.Peter Vincent: Well, let’s think. Um…well, you got fire. Beheading. Um…you can make him a big garlicky omelet. Or go traditional. Stake through the heart! Baamm!Charley Brewster: Cool. So…so that stuff really works?Peter Vincent: Well, maybe not the omelet. How the fuck should I know?Charley Brewster: Are…are…I don’t know. I mean, you’re uh…you have all this stuff! And you are Peter Vincent, Vampire…I don’t know. I’m not sure.Peter Vincent: I read books, man! What? You…you think I’m hanging out with Dracula and the Easter Bunny? Fuck off!

Charley Brewster: I have personal interest in this. I think one of them got my friend.Peter Vincent: What? One of them, meaning a vampire?Charley Brewster: Yeah. Jerry, he lives next door to me.Peter Vincent: Jerry? Jerry the vampire?[he laughs]Charley Brewster: Look, do you think I don’t know how this sounds? I mean, two days ago I would have…I would have laughed in my face. But it’s really happening. Man, I am so far down the rabbit hole.[takes out some papers]Charley Brewster: Look, I was in his house or his lair or whatever! I…I got these pictures. If you just look at them.Peter Vincent: Okay. Okay. Get out!Charley Brewster: No! Please!Peter Vincent: You’re a nut job.

Charley Brewster: I know what I saw!Peter Vincent: No! No, you don’t. Illusion, remember? People see what they want to see. This is…Charley Brewster: You don’t collect stuff. You don’t have all this stuff if you don’t believe. And I promise you I can take you to him. I can show you what you’ve been waiting for!Peter Vincent: What? What in Clark County, Nevada? [shouts to Ginger]Peter Vincent: Ginger! [back to Charley]Peter Vincent: Yeah, well. That’s a hot bed of super natural activity.Charley Brewster: It is though! It’s genius! It’s genius! It’s uh…it’s a transit population. People work all night, they sleep all day![to Ginger as she walks towards them]Peter Vincent: Get this loser out of my sight, please.Charley Brewster: Look, stop!Peter Vincent: Woh!Charley Brewster: Look! He got my friend already! I am not crazy! I mean, I’m not! I don’t wanna know this shit! Please, just look at these pictures?Peter Vincent: Get the fuck out of my house!

[looking at Charley’s window as he puts up crosses and garlic on his bedroom window]Mark: Oh, dude! Is that Charley? What the fuck is he doing?Ben: It’s paranoia. You know, once I thought I was being chased by carrots with machetes. I…I know!Mark: Whatever, man! You guys are both are ruining my high.

Amy: You are flipping out! You’re acting all weird. You’re blowing everything off. Is that a stake?Charley Brewster: No! Maybe.Amy: Look, even if you are losing it, you do not get to blow me off. You don’t go from something to nothing overnight. And you’re not nothing to me, Charley. So whatever is happening, I would like you to talk to me. To tell me what is going on.Charley Brewster: Oh, man! Amy, look. I…I…uh…I need you to just forget about me, okay? I’m not gonna let you get hurt. I’m sorry.Amy: Well, how? How am I gonna get hurt?

Charley Brewster: Look, we’re alright as long as we…we stay inside. Cause obviously he can’t get in without an invitation.Amy: Like a vampire.Charley Brewster: Yeah, really. Like a vampire.Jane Brewster: Oh! This is the joke for Amy, right? I can’t believe you got Jerry to go along with it.Charley Brewster: Take this.[he gives them each a cross]Jane Brewster: Okay! Vampire protection.Amy: I don’t think this is funny.

[to Charley after he’s set their house on fire]Jerry: Don’t need an invitation if there’s no house.

[to Jerry as he holds up his cross]Charley Brewster: I repel you with the power of Christ, the lord!Jerry: Do you? Really?[as Charley walks slowly towards him]Jerry: That’s a mighty big cross you got there, Charley. The question is, do you have faith?Charley Brewster: Get back!Jerry: Charley, not the cross! Charley! Not the cross, Charley![as Charley comes closer to him with the cross Jerry touches the cross and sets it on fire]

Jerry: Did you ever get a stake in the chest, Charley? I have. It hurts. But they missed the heart. It’s right here, Charley. [pointing to Charley’s heart]Jerry: Easy measurement. You shouldn’t have been so nosy.[as he’s about to stake Charley, Jane stakes him in the back with one of her Realtor signs]

Peter Vincent: You were late again in the devil’s torture chamber.Ginger: Here’s something for you, look.[she flips him off]Ginger: You were early again, in the bedroom!Peter Vincent: Fuck you!Ginger: I will fuck myself. Someone’s gotta do it!

Charley Brewster: They only asked a couple of questions. We should be okay.Amy: I don’t know. I think, maybe you should have said something to the police.Charley Brewster: Like what? Hey, you know this vampire moved in, borrowed a six pack of Bud, hit a stripper and then blew up our house cause we wouldn’t invite him inside. Last time I called the cops, they nearly all went to Chili’s together.Amy: Okay.

Charley Brewster: This is my fault.Amy: You didn’t make any of it happen.Charley Brewster: Ed came to me and I turned my back on him.Amy: How were you supposed to believe him?Charley Brewster: I mean, he begged me. And he really, he was my best friend.Amy: I know. But Charley, people, they change. You know, everybody is…Charley Brewster: Yeah. Now he’s changed into a dick! I figured, oh, you know, my dweeb past wasn’t really gonna be very popular with the ladies. So, I…Amy: Oh, are you trying to say this is my fault?[Charley nods his head]Charley Brewster: I just really wanted you to like me, that’s all.Amy: Charley, I knew you were a dweeb. What? You think I wanted some dude, like Mark? Or Ben? No! I like you, because you’re different. Didn’t hurt that your skin cleared up.Charley Brewster: Thanks.

Peter Vincent: I’ll tell you what I know. But that’s it, right? Don’t expect me to join your little Scooby gang. Sit down.Charley Brewster: Look, whatever you got I’ll take it.Peter Vincent: That insignia you showed me, it’s a species that originated in Mediterranean. They nest in the earth and they kill slowly. They keep their victims alive for days. Snackers.Charley Brewster: And they turn everyone?[to Amy]Charley Brewster: They change everyone…Amy: Yeah, I got it.Peter Vincent: Well, they’re tribal by nature. Yeah, he could be trying to turn them all. Replenish his ranks.

Amy: Look, how do we kill these guys? This tribe?Peter Vincent: You two? You don’t. It’s a strong breed. You’re gonna need an army!

Ed: He’s actually quite modern, Jerry. Dispensed with all that master stuff.Charley Brewster: Look, Ed. If you have a problem, just keep it with me. Okay?Ed: Oh! Have I got a problem! You let him get to me, man. You let him turn me into this.[Peter suddenly points a small stake at Ed]Peter Vincent: Stay away, demon!Ed: Oh! Is that an itchy, bitchy, little stakey for me?Peter Vincent: It’s a crucification nail. It’s lethal to you.Ed: Yeah! It’s old school. Nice! You’re gonna have to get pretty close to use that thing though.

[as he’s looking for Charley and Amy in Peter’s apartment]Ed: Give it up, Chuck! If you hadn’t turned out to be such a dick, I might have tricked you out. We could have rocked this evil shit together!

Ed: You know, I expected more of a fight from you, Brewster. Girl’s made you lazy in the head. Pussy will do that. I can hear you breathing. It’s really fucking cool! I can feel you. I can taste you.

[as she shoots him with silver bullets]Jerry: Werewolves.[Amy notices cup of holy water, breaks the glass and grabs the cup]Amy: Vampires.[she throws the water at Jerry, who starts to scream from the burning]

[as Charley has hacked him in the neck and his head is half hanging from his neck]Ed: Oh! Bone is a motherfucker, Chuckles![he straightens his head]Ed: It’s hard to cut.

[as he’s grabbed hold of Amy in the club]Amy: Charley’s gonna come. He’s gonna find you.Jerry: I’m counting on it. You’ll see. You just need a taste. It could be like a dream.[he kisses Amy giving her his blood]

Peter Vincent: How did you get in here?Charley Brewster: Well, security is a little lax since everybody got their throat torn out.Peter Vincent: You too? Has he turned you?Charley Brewster: Check your monitor, man.[Peter looks at his security monitor and sees Charley]

Charley Brewster: So, I don’t know if Amy’s alive or dead or turned. But he got her. I’m gonna end him or he’s gonna end me. That’s how it’s gonna be and you’re gonna come with me.Peter Vincent: They aren’t as dumb as that. There will be no fighting! There will only be surviving. Maybe!Charley Brewster: Really? You think if you live and we all die, you’ll be able to get us out of your head?Peter Vincent: No. I know I won’t. I never could after the first time. So I told myself I made it up. I was a kid. To a kid it was easier to believe in monsters. Charley Brewster: Made what up?Peter Vincent: The vampire that killed my parents, but not me.

Peter Vincent: The only reason I survived the last time, was because I descended to hide. Look, you wanna be a dead hero? Good for you. I’m out. You think I’m a coward, I’m not! I’m a realist!Charley Brewster: So you just bail on people. Hey, I get it. My dad was like that. But I don’t wanna live till tomorrow if you’re the kind of man I’m gonna be.

[holds up a stake]Peter Vincent: Blessed my St. Michael. You kill your vampire with this, it’s supposed to change his victims back. Maybe it will still save your girlfriend.[Charley takes it]Charley Brewster: Is this for real?Peter Vincent: You got a plan? There’s no guarantee he’ll be sleeping. And to stake him, you gotta get close. Torch him. A vampire on fire is not thinking clearly.Charley Brewster: If he’s on fire, how do I get close enough to stake him?[Peter realizes the flaw in his plan]Peter Vincent: Fuck!

[the store guy gives Charley a look as he places a crossbow, fire retardant clothes and other materials he’s going to kill Jerry with on the cash counter]Charley Brewster: Goin’ to kill a vampire.Store Guy: Good for you.

[to Charley as he into Peter at Jerry’s house the next morning]Peter Vincent: I guess I don’t want to be a man like me either.[he opens his jacket to reveal vampire-killing gear he’s strapped to himself]Peter Vincent: Let’s kill something.

[as Peter’s about to go down the floor trap in Jerry’s house]Charley Brewster: What do you think is down there?Peter Vincent: Well, there’s only one way to find out.Charley Brewster: Are you goin’ down?Peter Vincent: See that? Like a great date! You get me drunk, I’ll try anything.

[to Charley as they look at Jerry’s basement and notice the little caverns under his house]Peter Vincent: Oh, shit! I may not be drunk enough for this.

[to Peter as he locks Charley in with Amy in a cave room]Jerry: Look at you, all grown up. Welcome to fright night. For real!

[to Peter as he starts walking towards Peter and Peter starts shooting at him]Jerry: You’ve got your mother’s eyes. [Peter takes another shot at Jerry and misses]Jerry: And your father’s aim.[Peter shoots again and this time hits Jerry]Jerry: Better.

[as she hugs Charley]Amy: You should have saved me, CharleyCharley Brewster: There’s still time.[Amy’s opens her mouth to reveal her vampire teeth and speaks into Charley’s ear]Amy: He’s inside me now.

[as Amy makes Charley lie on the dirt ground of the basement]Amy: I’ll be the best you ever had. The only, you ever had. Charley, we can be together forever.[Charley grabs hold of the St. Michael’s stake and stabs Amy, but she’s only wounded]Amy: You missed.Charley Brewster: I know.

[as Charley and Peter sit in the sun light from the holes shot in the basement walls]Jerry: What were you thinking, Charley? That you would just get to walk in here with your little crossbow, and put to bed four hundred years of survival? No, Charley. Not likely. [he takes a sniff]Jerry: You smell that? It’s your fear. It’s intoxicating. It’s a very specific scent, Charley. Amy’s scent? Now that was an exquisite. It’s all gone now, Charley.

[to Charley as Amy walks towards them]Jerry: She’s something, isn’t she? I have to thank you for bringing her to me. Well, she…she makes me feel young again.[Peter sees that he’s starting to smoke in the sunlight]Peter Vincent: I’m fucking…?Jerry: Yeah. You’re turning.

[after Charley has killed Jerry by first setting him on fire, exposing him to daylight then stabbing him in the heart with St. Michael’s stake]Charley Brewster: You okay?Amy: Yeah. I’m…are you?Charley Brewster: Yeah, I’m alright. [Peter kisses Charley with joy]Peter Vincent: You little shit! Next time you’re gonna use my plan, give me a heads up first! Yeah?[he takes a swig of his drink and Mark who had turned into a vampire and is back to human watches them]Mark: That was a fucked up night!

[as Charley and Amy are about to have sex in Peter’s penthouse, Peter walks in on them]Peter Vincent: If you’re naked, I am absolutely going to look!Charley Brewster: Oh, dude! Dude!Peter Vincent: I know! I know! I’m just…sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I left my phone. I’ll just be…[walks across the room to get his phone and walks back towards the door]Peter Vincent: Look, I’m not looking. I promise! See?[he pretends he’s got his eyes closed as he walks towards the door]Peter Vincent: I…I…I can’t see a thing. Alright! That’s it! I’m out of here! It’s all yours. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! That doesn’t narrow it down. That’s like, mini-golf and sushi. Carry on!

[last lines; after Peter’s walked out of the room and left them alone]Amy: Will you promise me, now we’ll finally be alone.Charley Brewster: I promise.Amy: You promise?Charley Brewster: [whispers] I promise. I promise. I promise. I promise.[they kiss]